~Listening to her~

(Part 3/5)

'I want to do something for him, just to prove that I care for him. Confessing is a part of love, but I want to do so much for him. I want to prove him I'm capable.'

Her heart felt exhausted and weary. She breathed in, trying to quell down the heaviness in her chest that seemed like it would explode. She slowly got up, and gazed down with half lidded eyes. She walked to the kitchen and started baking...

An hour later, sweet and delicious fragrance of cookies spread in the room. She took a whiff of the cookies, 'Seems good..' She concluded. She dialed him directly on phone, and opened her WhatsApp simultaneously to text him.

Tyson's phone rang. He was struggling to wear his pants when the phone rang. He plugged his earpods lying on the desk and picked the call, and continued to wear his pant.

"Hey," Tyson answered,

She smiled. He kept a look at the screen even though for a moment, he hoped that she would actually talk.

'How are you? :)' The message popped.

"I'm good," Tyson replied, zipping up and inserting the belt around his waist in the jeans' edge.

"What's up with you? Woke up just now?" He asked in this amusing, yet charmed voice.

She texted, 'No, I woke up few hours back...' She thought to tell him of what happened last night... Yet she was still processing her thoughts.

"Hmm," Tyson droned and wore his shoes,

'Are you busy?' She texted and Tyson gave a glance on his phone kept just beside him on the bed.

"Yeah, kind of. I'm going out at Kai's place- that's my friend. Have some work." Tyson said as he continued wearing his shoes.

'Alright, talk to you later...' She texted back and sighed.

"Wait, one minute." Tyson said and walked to his closet and took out few books and kept inside his bag. He looked at the watch which showed 1.30 p.m.

"Oh yeah, I'm free for few minutes now. We can talk," He said and properly took his phone to have a look on the screen.

'Hm... Well, I made cookies for you actually... So I thought to give you.' She texted with slight hope.

Tyson's brows raised in admiration and surprise. "Hilary?" He asked in hilarity, "Sweetheart, you really made cookies for me?" He asked in amusement.

'Yeppp! :D' - Hilary smiled happily.

"No just wait. I'm coming up at your place. Send me your address," Tyson mentioned.

Hilary laughed silently, 'You want to come to my room?' She texted.

Tyson frowned, "Yeah what's wrong with that?" He shrugged.

'I'm alone.' She blushed but was still grinning.

Tyson smiled but then he realized something, "Your roommate must be in, right?" He asked,

'Oh Tyson...' she send him the text.

"What?" He urged. She texted him everything of last night that happened.

"What the fuck." Tyson gasped, "Hils, why don't you go back somewhere too!" He asked, clearly hyped up in tension.

'I seriously don't want to go at mom's place!:(' she furiously typed.

"Uh," Tyson thought that probably it was something personal reason, "Well. I, I won't let you stay there for a moment more after what happened. You've to shift somewhere. Do you need my help?" He asked,

'Where should I go, Tyson. Tell me!' She texted him.

Tyson felt bad for her. Probably she had no choice but to stay there. He glanced at the time, he was already late, but that didn't matter now anymore.

"You really don't have any other option? Hils?" He asked her softly.

'No, really no.' She texted quickly.

"Hmm.." Tyson thought. An idea popped in his mind, "Oh Hils-" he was about to say something but Kai's incoming call stopped him. "Oh oh. I've to go now. I'll talk to you later, but send me your address ASAP." he said.

Hilary sighed, wondering why he would ask her address when he was clearly going at Kai's place now. However she texted her address to him in detail.

"Good." Tyson took his bag and hung it, the phone screen was still before him in his hand, "Bye for now, haha." He said vibrantly, "Love you."

Hilary legit smiled at his words that came out so heartily and texted him back with the same text and a red heart. Tyson kept his phone in the pockets, and walked downstairs.

Hilary just was smiling reading her own messages to him, rethinking of his words and staring at her screen of phone. All her anxiety seemed to be just doused off. She kept the cookies in refrigerator and just hoped that he would come to see her before night. She busied herself in preparing a small lunch for herself and taking out books to study. Salima had left her laptop in the room, so probably she could use it later for fun? She accepted the idea. They were having holidays for a week,but she wasn't sure about Tyson's University. She wished if she could have taken admission in Tyson's college, only if that was possible. She sighed. Thinking of things, thinking about Tyson, thinking about her, and thinking about the moments waiting for them ahead, she started up with the day ahead.

...

Tyson quickly completed his assignments under Kai's supervision and was done. After Kai reminded of what works else were pending and he had to do, Tyson noted it all in a paper and packed up to leave. He had to meet Hilary, he had to prepare dinner at home because Ryu was still on his honeymoon, plus he had to convince Max to help him with drawing diagrams tomorrow.

Tyson reached the cellar and looked at the address that was texted. He thought about the location, trying to predict it. He rode on the bike to head up for Hilary's place. It was already past 7 in evening. He took an hour to find the address of the hostel and sneaked in. He dialed her number as he walked in the corridor and reached for her door.

'Oh so, this is her room...' he mused. The rings were still ringing. She picked,

"Oh hey. Open up your door, Beautiful." he said casually. He could hear her gasping in surprise and rushing for the door. She unlocked the door without hesitation and saw him.

Without even inviting him, she first tightly hugged him with a big smile on her face. Tyson hugged her back and placed a kiss gently on her cheeks,

"C'mon, let me in," he said. She nodded and closed the door after he entered.

He examined the room and took a seat on her clean bed's edge. She quickly went to kitchen to take out the cookies.

She came out with a tray in her hands and placed it on the small dining table.

She beckoned him to come and eat. His eyes shifted from the well cleaned room to her tray that she was settling on the table. He couldn't help but smile at her for her passion and care for him. She was wearing a night tee and tracks. He noticed her attire through those scanning eyes of him secretly.

She frowned and again patted on the table, signaling him to come and taste her cookies.

He got up and walked to her, and rather than taking cookies,

"What?" He asked her, pretending and playing in his chic.

Her eyes sharply pointed at the cookies and looked at him.

"Taste them? Are you saying that?" He asked. She nodded calmly.

"Are they tasty?" He feigned to think.

She rolled her eyes, shaking her shoulders for a moment.

"Okay, I'll taste it." He nodded and took the cookie and bit it, and as soon as the chocolate and ingredients melted in his mouth in flavors, a happy blush took over his cheeks. He didn't say anything and took another cookie and ate it.

She made movements with her hands and asked how it was, curiously.

"Did you taste them?" He asked.

She shook her head in no.

"Its delicious..." he easily wrapped his arms around her back and kept her close. "But... I bet you're more sweet." He whispered huskily. Hilary softly giggled but looked down with her pretty face still blushing lightly.

"What?" He laughed, trying to comprehend her thoughts. She tried to give her message to him, making some movements with her hands,

Tyson still didn't understand her. He sighed, unable to understand her. He saw there was a notepad and a pen on the table. He gave her the notepad.

"Write it," he said. Hilary smiled more in amusement and joy. Nonetheless, she freed herself from him and leaned and wrote three words on the pad.

She showed him the pad.

"Taste me then?" He read the words and laughed out, both in delight and her daring attitude. Hilary's lips were twisted in amusement too, and she was enjoying every inch of his reaction.

"A-Are you sure?" He asked in his receding laughter.

She smirked and gave a nod. His laughter stopped and a calm expression occupied his face. He was praising her in his heart, and still listening her heart.

He walked a step closer to her, and gently enveloped her in his arms, but still they could see each other,

"My love is savage and passionate. Could you take it, Hilary?" He asked calmly, yet curious.

She shrugged. But gave a slight nod. Breathing in deeply, he closed his eyes. Hilary could feel that he was preparing for it. She wanted him to hold her tighter but his grip on her back was loose. He was slow, unlike their first time on terrace where he seemed fierce when he kissed her.

He leaned towards her and closed the distance between their lips and gradually tightened his hold on her back. Hilary's hormones shot sparks of carnal desires as he passionately but softly hooked on her lips, his fingers, slipping under her tee and touching her skin, trekking sensually upwards. She could feel her tee getting lifted up, as his fingers impatiently raked her skin. A bead of sweat could be felt on her forehead.

She almost moaned at his stimulating moves. Deepening the kiss, he broke through past her lips, literary tasting carnal love. Her eyes shot open for a second. It was after years she was exercising her tongue and moving her lips even though she was not speaking. As his sultry tongue wrapped around hers, she too battled against him, pouring out her love-driven, hormone- driven physical intimation. Tyson was satisfied as she reciprocated him back and now they were sensually engaged in a battle of love, battle of primal energy. She could taste her own cookies chocolates melted in his mouth. His fingers were gripping on the middle of her back, leaving the bottom half exposed. Neither of them felt the deprivation of air, even though their chests bounced against each other. Tyson smirked as he felt hands her reaching out similarly beneath his tugged shirt. She dared to pull off his in-shirt tugged in jeans and roam her slender fingers on his toned back. The length of her last fingers rested and dipped in the straight groove of his back. She ran it fervently up and down his back, feeling the slight sweat and heat of his hot body.

Tyson had the clear idea where this was heading but he couldn't stop but ignore this warning of his head. He took a step forward pushed her and she responded by taking steps backward until he pinned her on the wall. Seeing how intimate and precious this moment has become, she didn't open her eyes. His lust was intensifying, her pleasures were soaring. He kissed her harder, mouths wide open but locked by other one. She responded back equally in fervor and even though by this point her lungs craved air, her heart yearned him more.

Sensing her intense ragged breaths, he pulled back. He was sweating bullets. Same was her. They were young, but this was a first. Shaky breaths escaped through their mouths for what just happened. He was bated about her reaction but she was feeling the same, quite surprised and elated at the same time.

'My soul was not in my body, it felt to be intertwining with hers, frenzily lost in silent bliss.' He stared at her pink hued face which was equally staring him back. At least she couldn't speak, she had the reason why she was quiet, but he wanted to avoid this awkward situation and talk normally. But his restless fiery heart was just beating, giving no orders to say anything.

"Ah," she whispered, and tried to appease this beautiful tension filled embarrassment.

"That was bound to happen, when?" He asked sheepishly. She smiled nervously and nodded,

He stared silently at her this time but it was peaceful, love-filled, admiring her to no ends. She looked back at him with same feelings. Her gaze lowered for few seconds.

"I love you," he slowly whispered. She looked back at him and without saying anything, she went to her desk. Tyson wondered what was with her. She took a red and black marker and came to him.

She was slightly nervous, but as daring she was, she brought her fingers on his shirt's buttons. He looked at her hands, but waited. Seeing she didn't proceed, he nodded, "Hm," he said as approval. Then, she unbuttoned him and pulled away his left arm from the sleeve. He obliged her actions. The white shirt was still clinging on his right arm. His left side of chest till navel was revealed before her. She prevented herself from hungrily gawking at him, even though her subconscious registered every anatomical feature of what was before her. Removing the cap of the black marker, she leaned towards his shoulder and moved the cold tip of marker on the junction of his chest and arm. He couldn't see what she was writing or drawing on his body, but he could definitely see her. He could see her close to his body, possessing it and claiming his skin to be printed with words of her love. He could feel the cold and smooth tip of marker moving against his skin, but he paid no heed to read them. He was just busy in seeing her work dedicatedly on him.

A minute later, she moved back and looked at his face. He was very calm,with almost no expression.

"What have you done?" He asked. She shyly smiled, but took him towards the mirror and made him look at his left side of body. She stood behind him, her reflection barely visible on the mirror, because she was not tall as he was. Tyson looked at his body on the mirror. There were few words and even though they appeared inverted, he patiently read them,

'I love you. I love you just like the depth of waves of ocean, just like skies seem endless. Beloved, I love you very much and I'll love you till the very end.' The confession was written along with red hearts aside and it was printed on both of his chest and arm. The fonts were in cursive and normal sized. He stared into mirror astonished and heart-touched. Hilary's face slowly peeped and he could see her reflection on mirror. He couldn't even smile, too enthralled and impressed by her beautiful confession. So what if she couldn't speak? Her silence and the way of expressing love was beyond the words would convey.

He just blinked dreamily and was speechless. He was just staring at her reflection of shy face which was looking down.

"Look at me, Beautiful." He said. She looked at him, gradually lifting her head and gazed him in mirror.

"I wish I could do the same," he turned towards her and was now facing her. Hilary looked in his eyes,

"Hm?" She tried to ask.

"I wish I could have undressed you similarly and write my words. But anyway, I don't have to do that... I can speak, unlucky me." He said. She flushed even thinking of his words and picturing it was quite embarrassing right now. She ignored her fantasizing thoughts.

"You're such a wonderful girl." He said slowly, thinking how to put his thoughts in words. He barely spoke out his true feelings but now was the time to just say it however it would come, "You know, I thought that it was difficult for you to communicate, and I WAS sort of thinking how things would work between us, but Hilary... That really doesn't matter anymore. They say love is blind. I say love is to believe in someone even when you're blind." Tyson's shirt slightly slipped from his right side and Hilary subconsciously noticed it, yet she was pondering over his words. She was feeling calm and happy at his confession.

"Didn't know what love was before I loved you." He chuckled and held her palm softly, "Its just not about getting physically close and intimate, that's a part of love," She nodded earnestly, agreeing with him.

"Yeah I know," he smiled at her actions.

She shook her hands and raise her brows, asking what it was then.

"Its about the efforts and care. Efforts you've taken to convey your words, and care like-" he laughed, "Like the sweet cookies you made."

Hilary rolled her eyes, but her eyes eventually fixed in his gaze, she gave a bare nod in agreement.

Tyson looked at the watch which showed it was late around 10 now. He buttoned up his shirt gradually.

"So Hilary!" Tyson said enthusiastically, he walked to her wardrobe and opened it. Hilary tried to understand what he was upto from her spot, "As my part of caring boyfriend, I'm gonna take you to my house for few days instead" he said and started taking off her clothes from wardrobe and tossing on the bed,

Hilary flinched but blinked in surprise, "Hm?" Her voice was interrogative.

"There is a spare room in my house, so you can chill." He winked at her. Hilary's lips parted and she frowned,

"I can't let you stay here after that attack last night here," he said taking out her corsets and putting them on bed.

She didn't know if it was a right choice to stay at his home. 'Don't he have his parents at home?' She thought.

She took the notepad and scribbled her question to him and showed him.

"Huh?" He looked at her words. She frowned deeper and nodded to emphasize her question.

"Nope, no one is there at my home." He threw a hanger containing a crop top from his hands on the bed, and pulled her close to him, "Its just you and me, no one else." He whispered in her ears. Her ears felt hot but she knew not to banter about it. She gave a nod.

They started packing her things and he better knew not to question why there were so many corsets in her wardrobe, or why there were dozen of sanitary pads in the darkest corner of her wardrobe. 'Girls' stuff I guess,' he sweatdropped but didn't made her uncomfortable.

Hilary frantically took away those things from him and buried them in suitcase deeper. 'Probably he's better than me in hiding things. It's unfair.' She sighed and packed her bag of books as well.

"Is there anything more?" He asked,

She idly looked around and nodded in no.

"Good, get ready to shift at your lover's house then," he winked with a smirk, wearing his shoes. Hilary smiled laughingly but wore her shoes too. Their hands were occupied with suites and bags.

They reached his house and carried her bags to a room opposite to Tyson's, upstairs. Hilary curiously noted his house's build up. It was not as large and luxurious as her own house in hometown. But that didn't falter her admiration for his concerns. 'Tyson is a protective boyfriend...' Her thoughts trailed as he showed her room to her which had an old unused bed, and lots of dust in room. The next moment both of them sweatdropped. Hilary walked out of the room and entered Tyson's room which was neat and so much better than hers. Tyson nervously smiled.

She got comfortable on his bed, and lied.

"You want to stay in my room?" He asked. She shook her head in no.

She took her phone and texted, 'You clean my room neatly. Till then,I'll rest here.'

Tyson suspiciously took out his phone and read her text. He gave an amused and sweatdropping smile to her. She ignored him and rolled happily on his bed. He sighed and went to her soon-to-be-gonna room and cleaned it. It took an hour for him to add cleaner sheets, pillows, curtains, mats, and all. At last, it turned to be a better room, almost like his.

There, Hilary was intoxicating his bed filled with his cologne. Getting her mind frenzy, she got up and saw his colognes placed on his table. She stole one of them and kept in her bag, 'If he's away, and if I'm missing him, this cologne will help me.'

Tyson was beat after cleaning up. He slid the door of his room,

"Its clean and ready," he said. She nodded, and got up, walking out. Tyson secretly smirked. He caught her wrist at the doorway, "By the way, its not a bad idea if you stay in my room. I wouldn't mind at all." He said her in straight face. Her thoughts stayed in its place but she shyly smiled and escaped his grab, nudging him away and dashing to her room and closing it shut before he would catch her,

"Hey!" He was almost laughing, but desperate, "Open the door,"

She giggled, keeping her back pinned on the door as she heard him. He could hear her softly laughing and that caused him to laugh similarly.

'With you here, I wish Grandpa to have tons of honeymoons.'

...

Later that night, the duo prepared the dinner, ate together at table, both of them cracking jokes and giggling. To make the dinner romantic, Hilary placed a single candle on the table, closing the lights, and playing the same song she heard for the first time when they met.

Tyson was impressed. The dinner seemed serene, sweet and so romantic for once. 'Actions speaks louder than words...' he could hear Dragoon as his thoughts saying to him.

There were five more days till Hilary's holidays to end. While Tyson was simply skipping college, and taking Kai's help daily to complete his pending assignments. Tyson Granger had the audacity to get a free seat in Medicine, but he still was a lazy sweetheart to keep things and works pending. His bad, Hilary was not from his college or else he would make her a good girlfriend plus his assignment-doer.

Tyson just wished each day as it passed that Grandpa didn't arrive soon still because he did have a wonderful time with Hilary each day and their relationship was growing stronger and closer. He would sneak into her room in midnight, lie beside her and surprise her when she would be sleeping, cuddling against her in the darkness of night. They would make breakfasts and dinners together, eat in peace. Tyson finally after being constantly nagged by Hilary, started going to college too.

The classes seemed boring; the same longer lectures of Pharmacology, monotonous Microbiology... all seemed dull and he idly attended all the classes. Hilary completed her notes and assignments too after their holidays got extended for a further week more because of re-construction going on in their block. She would sometimes help Tyson in completing his notes, help him in kitchen and before going to sleep, she would leave love-notes for him on his table and go to sleep in her room.

She could feel some sort of tension between them since few days, but she thought that probably she was the only one who was feeling it. 'Probably Tyson is oblivious to it...' She sighed. Normally, he would kiss her at least once in a day or hug her, but now... he seemed to be physically distancing her. They already had certain problems in communicating, and this felt more excruciating to her. He would talk to her everyday but that didn't appease her.

'Maybe he's really busy with the college work,' she lied on the bed as the nighttime arrived. Often, she would just take out his cologne when he would be at University in morning hours, spray on her clothes and take a nap, feeling as if he was just with her. That relaxed her and she would change her clothes before he would come back to home. But the distancing was now perturbing her.

Now, she was having body pains since yesterday. 'Maybe I'm just PMsing,' she shrugged and headed to get a warm bath. She filled the tub with warm steamy water and added the lemon body wash and got herself into it.

'This feels good...' she closed her eyes and smiled and let the warmth invade her more, resting her head on the edge of the tub.

The door opened and she saw Tyson standing there. She blinked.

"I'm going out to get some snacks. You want something?" He asked her, peeping in.

She shook her head in no. He nodded and closed the bathroom door back. The foam was floating on the water's surface,so she was satisfied that he didn't get a chance to see her naked figure. Not that she minded in such a situation. She frowned and squirmed as the harsh cold breeze rustled through a small window into the bathroom. It was raining outside now.

'Maybe he wouldn't go out now.' She smirked. She completed her bath and tied her white cotton bathrobes, wearing them. She sighed simply and stepped out of the bathroom. She saw that Tyson was half lying on her bed, wearing his ear pods and scrolling on his phone. She wondered why he was here at this time since he usually slept at this time in his own room.

'Never mind. He's here, so I'm going to give myself his company too.' She thought and sat on the edge of bed, drying her legs. A fierce thunder clapped outside and Hilary flinched.

'Thunderstorm...' she frowned and her face puckered.

Without changing from her bathrobes, she crawled on bed and lied beside him close.

A/N: So... how was this chapter? Thanks so much to everyone for reviewing the previous two chapters.

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